| I’m starting this just as my fiance Juan and I reach the end of our two-month stay in Spain, where we’ve been renting an apartment in the mountains up from Marbella. As it was our first big trip away, naturally we anticipated a few hiccups, including but not limited to, managing to leave one entire dog behind in the UK, have our trailer cover fly off half-way down the motorway and manage to lock ourselves out of our apartment within 48 hours of arriving.
We came here to be near Juan’s family, for me to practice my Spanish and of course for the glorious weather… which is hilarious because the first few weeks of our stay involved an impressive cocktail of ‘the worst rain in years’, mountain fog so thick you could whip it into butter and a surprise sandstorm that painted the sky a lovely shade of ‘apocalyptic orange’. Oh how God must have laughed when he heard we were trying to escape the winter weather in the province of Málaga.
Okay okay, so eventually the sun did rock up (although that does bring its own unique problem for me given that I can barely approach a bright lamp or even a scented candle without at least factor 30). I have managed to spend most of my time here in the outdoors with Ollie, exploring many a beautiful landscape and traipsing through rivers with water as clear as glass.
Spud sadly wasn’t able to join us on this trip as due to confusion at the vets it turned out he wasn’t up to date with his rabies jab and they need to have the vaccine at least 21 days before travel. However he’s been enjoying himself no bother at my parents and been so spoiled that I bet he barely remembers his own name. Make sure you scroll to the end for the full pudpate! |
